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[Sakura Haruno]

It was a lie, she was bluffing, really, Sasuke Uchiha was a discourteous impolite wizard…He was just there to make people’s lives miserable…But not really to kill people. A breath came from her throat with a stressed rumble to it. I’m going to murder myself…Commit Suicide, and because I’m a little overdosed with stress…Okay, it will be just like going down a water slide head first, do it fast, you’ll feel better. Sakura Fled her arms forward to push open the hefty oak doors. She burst out of the bold noise of the tonging clock and out on the balcony of the last highest floor.
The doors slid from her hands and it seemed as if grinning ghouls closed them softly behind her. The Wind was heavy, and the whipping noises of its presence drowned out her screams of her anger. Sakura jumped up on the balcony steadily balanced herself. Her Feet wobbled, are you insane yOUR GONNA DIE!, her conscious spoke ending with a shriek of terror. She snatched a cement piling that supported the roof on the balcony. Looking towards the ground she was swirls of fog eating up the vision of bright happy green grass.

”I’m going to die on a day like this! You Can’t give me butterflys or sunshine and, birds singing, Is this the way suicide works? This has to be wrong!”

She yelled up to circling gray clouds, suddenly the pressure of the warmer weather hit the cold storm making a angry sound, it bellowed into her hears ringing her mind. Inside her brain she herd a bell, tonging loudly but faint. But she noticed that she was on the clock tower on the highest floor at twelve a-clock noon, in the middle of a storm, she fell back on the floor behind the balcony and listened the clock tong the last note. Everything seemed a stir of black , like the effects a sugar rush has on you in the mornings, but it wasn’t a sugar rush, it was the impact of her body hitting the concrete. For a moment a soundless movie of her falling Forward plunging towards the earth, then when she hit the ground it was silent as death.

This vision is what really made Sakura think that she was dead, or dying. But recovering her breath fast, the pink haired girl jumped up on her feet, grabbing the railing of the hard balcony again. She smiled.

”Oh I’m alive and alive…and…happy, and I lived that. But I seem to be still up here, …weird…I have to jump off and fast, before I get caught. I have to die, if it was me making people miserable, I wanna die, I want blood! Out of my own veins, come on people the height is right!’

A chuckle came from her that would let anyone see something had happened to her when she hit the floor. Of that tower. Sakura stop yourself you still want to see this place, and besides why did here this place is what is making you miserable!

”Maybe I want to see the world…but it doesn’t mean I-I can’t see it from up there! Or d-down there!”

Her finger flew around insanely. She gripped the balcony and tried to hoist herself up.

[sin]

Incinerate. Ashes to ashes. Such a cold gray the matter was. The same gray that dodged across the callously placid face and paled tresses that fell over it in a bleach stipend veil. Hands clenched, and unclenched. Clenched and unclenched; an unceasing rhythm missing sound. Covering up the quiet was the faint bump of a sole, and scuttle of short breaths inaudibly passing in and out nearly closed lips.

He hadn’t been breathing right since he had start on the opium called slumber.

For the better or worse… I’ll take a narcotic the next time I want to sleep through the night. His acquired [curse] wasn’t finished. A [damaged] product it made him. The azure bubble centered in black, peering from behind the striped veil, was degraded by its partner. Both eyes would flicker in the gloom cast by the hood of his sable coat, vanishing behind thin lids, both eyes would turn when willed by the mind that rested behind them. Though still, the vivid azure was still degraded by its partner, which rested in its socket pale and flushed of color to a feeble white.

It couldn’t see either. That eye, was dead. And the memory of how it happened, Sin killed over and over again just to make it leave… forever.

He stopped his ascend and clutched the railing companying the steps he climbed. If only he could incinerate it so… leave it in ashes. As the memory incinerated him. As the memory mocked him in his ashen state. His world tried to pitch, the stairs seeming to twist. He didn’t let go of the banister, and forced his eyes forward. Pressing sights to the end. His destination. Though he willed his feet to budge they stood still and bound in place. Stricken by the bending of what wasn’t really bending at all.

It wasn’t till he was breathing that he could move. It came easier, deeper, each exhalation cleansing the vertigo from his head.

Subsequently, he heard the faint echo of a voice. Eyes flickered once, twice. And he lastly moved onward, cynically recalling his last trip to such a high place. Bruised & bleeding… That sky had been wounded. Today however, the clouds hung their heads, brows touching the ground in a haze. And in this haze, he saw as he made the top of the steps, was a girl fumbling with the balcony.

His own brows lowered, a frown breaking over his cold clockwork face.

Hysteria. He saw it all over her. The way her fingers scrabbled, the way pink hair was jerked with her jerky movements. Her breathing was off. Much to rapid and uneven. The frantic way she was trying to reach for the ledge. No… The eager way she reached for the ledge. What would she be seeking there? It was too foggy below for a view. And already the answer was all to clear.

Sin didn’t wait.

“

[/size]I’ve seen what’s beneath the fog. It’s grass. Green grass. It would be a indignity for it to be stained with the gore of the late girl with pink hair.[/size]”[/size][/blockquote][/font]

[Sakura Haruno]

”Are you god? Or the devil, here to engulf my soul and push my remains over-board. Or have I already fallen and I’m dead and you are here to greet me…where-ever I am right now? …Sounds nice…smooth, really smooth.”

The girl lazily turned around, first sliding her foot of the railing. Her first sight of Assassin Suzuki…

”Ooo, this must be heaven…or its just that you came in as silent as the devil…Saving me from ruining that precious tasty grass…So tell me pretty boy, you just saved my life, and the grasse's, you must be a fallen angel, or a demon or ghost…But perhaps, a friendly one!”

The way that sin dressed impressed her.
The way that sin spoke impressed her.
The way that sin stood impressed her.
The way that sin saved her impressed her.

Even the way his eyes stared, deadly look, but who knew what was inside them if you looked closely enough, a soul, one that sakura hadn’t tasted a bit of yet, but a glint of something familiar was in him…That made her words so friendly and seen to dance around him.

”I’m sure that you’ve never saved anyone before…”

Her voice had a tender taunt to it.

“Was I your first? I guess I am just lucky, and I will enjoy hearing your answer to this valuable once in a life, question…”

Her eyes narrowed in a shy, twisted way.

”You can be my boyfriend now, what you’ve been waiting for, I mean look at us…We literally belong together! Forever! And Carve our initials into the barks of different trees in different places. But say, tell me your name, your name and mine mixed together would be a nice idea for the chil-…So what was your Answer??”

her eyebrows raised tauntingly, her words had lead into the sky again…

[sin]

No matter how resplendent and distracting her hair was against the murk of mist, beyond the fact she was balanced tediously on the edge both mentally and physically, against their demands for him to look, Sin kept his eyes down. Her voice, even before she picked up the passionately teasing tone, taunted him. God? Devil? Why would he even care to push her?

She was conceited. She believed, thought and cared merely for herself for in truth it was herself that needed it desperately.

The stranger, obviously far from sober, continued to poke and prod at him with her words. They come one like some sort of hollow, grim wrenched prayer with a weak and trembling impact. Fallen angel? Demon? Ghost? An angel he had never been. And if he had tried it would have been with paper wings and a paper halo. How might he have fallen then? The rain. Paper wings broken by the rain.

A demon he might have a faint treaty towards.

And ghost? That was undeniable. He was a ghost. A ghost of life after life till he stood in his haunting, ashen obscurity. Left numb. A frayed specter, neither friendly, nether evil hovering in that dreaded nothingness. He shook his head, slowly, mechanically, still not looking at her.

"

[/size]No. You're wrong. I'm human. Stop talk-[/size]"[/size]
"I'm sure that you've never saved anyone before..."

Eyes flickered. A little more rapidly than before. An inward sigh, lacking the annoyance most people would be feeling reverberated in his head. ...stop talking like I'm a savior of some species... That wasn't the only reason he wanted her to stop though. Continuing in her hollow voice stretched to behold emotion he found the little stars of his own little world falling. Collapsing.

She wasn't the first. She wasn't lucky. He wasn't a hero. He had tried before. He just... failed.

This girl is ill. She's been broken... or bent. He was shaking his head again. To speak of.... belonging together. With so much ease. She's been in love. She's still in love. He fell still, staring with his remaining eye cast in the fog that suddenly seemed like a damp, silken blindfold. Then it became earplugs as his steps were muffled by the sulking clouds. Soundlessly, Sin found a place at the balcony, both hands gripped the rail and he bent over it. Coming close to wincing at the metal bar pressed against his stomach.

"[/size]My name is Sin. Now get down.[/size]"

He wasn't in the mood to argue over introductions, as much as he preferred to know hers beforehand. His grasp on the railing grew tighter. Now came the unpleasant part of socializing with a someone who's had their heart wretched so fervently.

"[/size]Boyfriend..? What will happen when I say... No..?"

Her happy goadings were still to bright for him to look at.[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[Sakura Haruno]

By the way that sins face looked, maybe he had a good case of allergies, or he was annoyed by what she had to say. Men, what’s with men these days? Taking everything seriously.

”Siiiin, of course you’re a human, from me, a nice, nice human. Some one who saved my life. And Your so amazing that I thought that you weren’t real and that was all so you are a human, that’s weird how can you be so smart then, you must be in raven claw like I am! Yay! I wonder if our rooms are beside each others…Should be…”

Sin sin Sin what a pretty name…both start with S’s, so sinse he has a cool name I have to tell him my cool name too!

”Haruno, Sakura Haruno “

She mad a heroic face then. And sin-

”And Sin sin, what is your last name???I Need to know it might be mine after awhile ”

She listened to his words, and leaned closer to hear.

”Hnnn? What does sin have to say? …”

Sakura had a confused-like look on her face after that.

”If you don’t want to be my boyfriend, then I will commit suicude!!!”

Aw, man it would be cool if lightening struck at that point…She regained her balance on the railing, and looked at him, the rain poured heavier along with a roar of thunder.

“You don’t want that do you sin?”

[sin]

Of course he was human.

[/b] Her words were reaching a laughable severability. He wouldn’t be the one to display the humor but allowed a hushed sough to escape him. Sin dropped his head, and pushed off the balcony, forcefully. Movements that could hint to exasperation or possibly another breech of the grim, inner working humor. Of course…

He thought he was too human.

Whether a nice one or not, she could call him what she willed. It wasn’t changing his self-outlook. He was a dilapidated human with a hungry soul eating itself from the inside out and a demi-heart that felt too much and not enough at once.

He didn’t need to hang around long enough for her to pick up such things.

This was the equivalent to wasting time. Sin couldn’t help having the prompting knowledge of his mental list of to-doings to complete since his comeback at Trios. The first task was to find an old acquaintance. Forbid. Next was to see if he could find out what happened to his old cloak, considering the fact she took it. That wasn’t why he wanted to find the girl though. She had been a friend, and also one reason he left Trios as he did. Abruptly and unexcused. Better than staying and accidentally hurting her.

“[/color][/size]I don’t know you enough to tell you. Names don’t mean much anyways… do they?[/size]”

His voice virtually was drowned in the outbreak of rain. Within his chest, Sin’s heart quickened. A skip and leap as the sky wept, bellowing throaty groans that knocked the ground till he could feel his footing shake. It didn’t muffle her words enough though. He heard what she had to stay perfectly. Closing his eyes to hide the pained look welling up in them, Sin turned his face down, hair falling around it, spiked by the wet. It could have been an obeisance of defeat.

“[/size]Come down Sakura…[/size]”

He muttered his reply, speaking it as an answer than an order. In his head, if he allowed her to jump, it would be no better than him pushing her. Though he knew she wasn’t really aware what she was doing, threatening to do. Wishing to do…?

“[/color]You don’t want to die.[/size]”[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[Sakura Haruno]

”Sin, are you scared to tell me your name? Or are you just being picky? OH, well, I’ve have to wait, But remember that siny, I’m waiting, always waiting…”

Then she obediently crawled down. Then looked up at him with strange innocent eyes, As if Saying ‘What do I do next?’. She looked around, then at the sky, she looked over the balcony, she looked at the grass, and the tiny rodents and critter below it, some that she had never seem before, and the germs, the dirt…THE HORROR,so she spoke words.

”Sin…”

She said hollowly, as in no emotion or interest in what she was saying, or she was so interested her own body was speaking for her, like as if she was a robot inside a empty can she still remained leaning over the balcony, far out watching everything around her…

”Sin….Its raining! I’m wet and its raining! Ha! I’m soaked! Ha! Ouch!”

She jerked her head in fast, then rubbed her eyeball, The rain hit me, it poked me in the eye…Ouch…Rain!

”the rain really wants me to commit suicide. You saw! It whacked me with its watery cells all over pupil…It Hurt! Shesh! Stupid rain!...”

Sakrua looked back over at sin…He had a angry look with him, she scotched farther away from the railing…maybe he looks mean because his left eye looks weird, oh, its just covered up with hair and shadow, nothing knew…She smiled nervisly.
”The Rain went in my mouth too..”
She whimpered quietly to herself…Maybe she had a knew look to those tiny pellets of water formed as bullets as they soar down in the air…They had overflowed inside of a grumpy gray cloud and the clouds cry of anger…And even their tears of agony are grump…Shesh, what a life…

”Sin, I have a better life then rain does right? Oh yesss, most likely because I have you sin ,And I can’t be as insanely grumpy as the rain is right sin, you’re a smart person, you would know, and that makes me smart to because I’m asking you, and that’s because we are both in Raven. You wanna know something sin? Ok! I’m claustrophobic, And would be scared to go inside a rain droplet, wouldn’t you be? Its cool being claustrophobic right sin?”

For a moment she felt like fainting, but she got over the urge. She still wanted to examine the rain droplets some more.

”Sin, I was just about to faint because I talked for so long without breathing, and it can happen to anyone! So is that why you don’t talk so much sin?’

[sin]

Sakura’s instinct to address him in nicknames reminded him of Forbid. And here he had hoped Sinny~winny and Mr. Fuzzy~Wuzzles had… Died. The present girl seemed to be subconsciously mocking him, the idea made him want to reel, he looked up instead, ignoring what she had said earlier, and watched without comment as she threw aimless glances everywhere.

The world troublesome poked his muse with a taunting cackle.

Trios hasn’t changed at all… Head tilting, vacant eyes meeting the sky he stared at the bruised colored thunderheads sluggishly rolling with the air torrents of the storm. Raindrops fell, cracking open as they hit ground, thunder growled, still withholding its power to make the earth involuntarily shiver, and the lightening… he hadn’t seen any lightening yet…

“

[/size]…The rain is not telling you to do anything.[/size]” He lastly forced his vocals to work, voice a little hoarse as he continued to stretch his throat in craning his neck back to observe the churning weather front. “[/size]But, to go inside.[/size]” His face snapped down, for a brief moment he didn’t see the distinguished pink anywhere, nevertheless the moment past leaving the prickling sensation of irritation creeping up and over his nerves.

She was standing to his left.

Sin no longer paid mind to what she was whining about, he put that effort into turning so his remaining right eye would be able to see her. He’d rather have the ruined content of the opposite socket left out of any future conversation or riff-raff. The best way to avoid such things, don’t let the problem be verbalized or get in the way.

However, now that he was facing Sakura, she would have every belief she had his full attention as well.

Her newly found rants made him want to damn his sore, nonexistent luck, or better yet, damn the thing called socializing. Remaining impassive Sin straightened up and sharply shoved both of his stressed, fisted hands into the pockets of his jeans. Her consistent implications about his persona made him more uncomfortable than cross. He had no intentions on playing show and tell.

“[/size]Do you speak just to hear yourself speak…? Or are you afraid no one will hear you?[/size]”

It wasn’t a retort, moreover, if it had been, he lacked the irritated emotion and the point of smite. The farthest he achieved in expressing his current displeasure was looking away from her yet again, flinching inwardly as she ended up at the left side of his fractured field of vision. Sin’s rendering of the ‘cold shoulder’ could barely achieve the first word in the action. [cold][/strike] It appeared as though he was merely looking away, as if distracted by something against the purplish skew of the storm and casting a nonchalant eye towards it would quench the abrupt need to find out what it might have been. Save for stone, his face did not enforce any hint to malice…

Because it hadn’t change once since he’d arrived.[/color][/size][/font][/blockquote]